the highest rock
on the low pile
is the god of all
rocks; no boulder
above all other
rocks below; sky
above; bigger rocks
bow to his fiefdom
for he is lord over
his pile; when it
rains ants crawl to
the shaded temple
to quietly eat, drink
& pray to the highest
rock knowing little
of what is above
although priestesses
have spoken of
queens mating w/
their winged kin